Herbert Nehrlich

Late Visit - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It was midnight then and she came to the doorand was wearing her crimson old dress.Flashed her cleavage at me and tap-danced on the floorto the rhythm of Porgy and Bess.Then she tumbled inside, holding on to my earand we both fell hard on the bedfell asleep under me and was dead from the beerthat she'd guzzled before, so she said.And when morning was breaking she stirred and she saiddid we do any humping last night? So I turned her around put her back into bedto explain to her just how we mightmake up for lost time of her hangover modeand enjoy now this morning's old sheetsbut she answered that one who told ladies he rodeabout conquests but never defeats, is a mongrel at heart who is probably shortand prefers over women his sweets.So I told her how nice she was looking todayand that both of us had to make up and she answered, well come let us now hit the haybut I will have to be always on top.That was 40 years back and she lives in the Eastand she probably still does the sameif you know such a girl or a similar beastsend her over as long as she's tame.